I was at Pathmark this afternoon, wandering in the card section. I saw the “grandma” cards, and I thought I would get one.
And then I realized my grandmother had been dead since 2011. I nearly cried in the store, but I held it together. I distracted myself by looking for coconut oil (can you believe it’s nearly four dollars extra than Target?!) and being impressed with a super sharp knife demonstration.
Still, in this winter day, I feel incredibly empty, knowing that she’s not here anymore. Even when I got my new phone, I didn’t have the courage to delete her old number. In fact, it’s still in the family section.
My birthday is coming up in a few days. When I was younger, she would give me my new age in quarters. It would have been nice to get 104 quarters this year.